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Seems there was this post on some list somewhere about which guy was
most like which dwarf.
Now, I couldn't read a thing like that without my silly side kicking
into fool gear. LOL! Here's
the deal:
Kim:
GUYS, my little warped brain has been working overtime on being warped
for this one. You
know those little posts about which of the guys is which dwarf?
Well, I think they are a story
crying out to be told. I'll kick it off. (That way I get
to decide which guy is which dwarf.)
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CAST:
Grumpy ----------- Chris
Doc -------------- Nathan
Sneezy ----------- Ezra
Sleepy ----------- Josiah
Happy ------------ Buck
Dopey ------------ JD (nobody ever listens to him, so he doesn't
need to talk)
Bashful ------------ Vin
Snow White --- Casey
Princess Mary --- Mary Travis (she needs a part)
Fairy Godmother -- Nettie (ya'll didn't seriously think I'd
make her a witch didya?)
AND, THE EVIL UGLY MEAN CRUEL NASTY AWFUL WICKED WITCH:
TA
DA
DA
TA
DA
DA
DA
DA
DA
DA
C-HARLOT (The Vixens coulda told ya'll that)
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Chapter one:
It was a quiet morning in Four Corners. Grumpy came riding into
town from his newly built
shack away from the other 6 dwarves. He spotted Bashful leaning
up against the wall by the
newspaper office.
"Hey minerboy" he called to his buddy.
Bashful turned red, but he drawled back, "hey minerboy"
The two dwarves shared a laugh at their private joke.
"Anybody been hangin' round I should know about?" Icy green/blue
(ya'll let me know when it's
decided official like.) eyes met Bashful's twinkly blue eyes.
"Naw" he drawled again. "But I heard tell there's a wagon train
comin round these parts that has
a real bad lady ridin with it."
Just then, Dopey came up to them jumping up and down and tryin' to get
there attention. Bashful
and Grumpy looked at each other smiled and said at the same time.
"Saloon" Still ignoring
Dopey, they made their way into the saloon.
Chapter Two:
But Dopey wasn’t one to give up. So, dragging his feet he followed the
two older dwarves into
the tavern and waited. He noticed as he went in Sneezy at his usual
table cheating the locals or
thats what Dopey suspected anyway.
“Good day, Mr. Grumpy,” Sneezy glanced at the dwarf passing by. “You
and I must have a
discussion.”
Grumpy paused to look at the dwarf but then resumed his course to join
Bashful at the bar.
Sneezy, however, wasn’t deterred so he got up from his chair and followed
almost running down
Dopey.
“Mr. Dopey, would you please watch where you place yourself. I have
a delicate condition and
any slight wavers from my routine could set of the fits.” The gambling
dwarf straightened his
best mining coat and turned from the smaller dwarf before he could
utter an apology.
“What is it now, Sneezy. Somebody threatened to dump you in a mine and
blow it up?” Bashful
let a shy smile cross his face and laughed.
“Very funny, Mr. Bashful, but I this time the problem concerns the evil
on coming on the wagon
train. I’m afraid our fair Snow White may be in dire peril.”
Gumpy and Bashful swung to face Sneezy with matching looks of horror.
“No!” The three dwarves jumped slightly at the sudden outburst from
Dopey. “We have to
protect her.”
Grumpy, Bashful, and Sneezy didn’t know quite what to say so just nodded
their heads in
agreement and followed the swift retreat of the youngest dwarf.
“I didn’t know he could talk.” Bashful raised a quizzical eyebrow at Grumpy.
“Maybe its all that time he’s spent with Happy these past few months.”
The older dwarf
shrugged as he lead the others out the saloon.
Chapter three:
Princess Mary and Snow White had spent the better part of the beautiful
spring morning in the
cottage discussing Snow White's marital prospects. Apparently Princess
Mary felt that they
would be considerably enhanced if only Snow would consent to
wear a dress once in a while.
Snow White, however, stood fast in her belief that Dopey was above
such petty considerations.
Princess Mary had just inquired (rather sarcastically) how in the blue
blazes she would know,
since to the best of her knowledge, Dopey had yet to utter a single
word. Snow White was saved
from having to make a reply by the arrival of Dopey himself, who came
bursting in through the
door, followed closely by Grumpy and Bashful.
Dopey, as usual, had managed to somehow trip over his own feet and,
in the process, he
managed to entangle Grumpy and Bashful's feet as well. The trio
went careening towards
Princess Mary who shrieked and attempted to move out of the way.
Alas for our fair Princess,
however. Her tight dress and high-heeled slippers were not made
for such manouevers and with
an OOOMPH! down they all went in a tangle of arms and legs.
Staggering to his feet, nose quivering in rage, Grumpy advanced on Dopey.
"All right. That's it! I
can see it's time we had Happy give you another lecture on 'THE PROPER
WAY TO ENTER A
DOOR WITHOUT INJURING YOUR FRIENDS.' Where is that dwarf anyway?" he
demanded,
glaring around the room.
As Dopey cowered in terror, newfound powers of speech temporarily forgotten,
Bashful
shrugged his shoulders and extended his hand to Princess Mary.
"Last time I saw him, Bashful
replied, he was talking to one of the wood sprites. But we have
more important things to worry
about."
"I quite agree, Mr. Bashful, came the voice of Sneezy, who had been
detained by a fit of (what
else) sneezing and thus was only now entering the cottage.
"The little I have heard concerning this wagon train was enough to convince
me of its potential
for trouble." Sneezy broke off here to produce a lace edged handkerchief
with which he
proceeded to dab gently at his nose.
At this juncture in time, Sleepy wandered out, yawning and rubbing his
eyes. "I had a bad dream,
Sleepy said looking somberly around the room. The crows were telling
me about a wagon train
coming to town. And they claim that, his voice dropped to a whisper,
The Wicked Witch
C-HARLOT is on that wagon train!"
At this bit of news, Dopey rediscovered his newfound voice. "She's
after Snow White. We gotta
do something!" Dopey's earsplitting shrieks covered the quiet
THUD Bashful made as he hit the
floor. Just the mention of Bashful's old flame was usually enough
to send him into a catatonic
state. Only time would tell what her actual presence would do to him.
Chapter four:
Grumpy took the cool rag the Princess Mary brought him and used it to
wipe Bashful's face.
After a few minutes, Bashful's eyes fluttered and he started to stir.
He found himself staring up
into concerned blue/green eyes. (Hey, nobody gave me no official
decision yet.)
"Easy minerboy," the black clad dwarf told his friend. You had quite a shock.
Bashful shuddered as the name formed on his lips. "C-Harlot" he
whispered, his blue eyes
darkening with the memory of that awful day.
Chapter five:
Bashful shuddered as the name formed on his lips. "C-Harlot" he
whispered, his blue eyes
darkening with the memory of that awful day.
“Its okay, Bashful. We know she cast a spell on ya, its over now.” Snow
White reached over and
patted the dwarf’s trembling hand.
“What are we going to do, Grumpy?” Princess Mary batted her eyes at
the leader dwarf and
almost swooned from his look.
“We gather the other dwarves and keep the witch at bay. Dopey!” Grumpy
stood from his
kneeling position and strared into the little dwarf’s eyes. “I got
a job for you. Think you can do
it?”
Dopey blinked his eyes a couple of times and then nodded his head yes,
considering he had
suddenly lost his voice again.
“Good. Go find Doc and Happy and tell them to bring all the dynamite
they can get their hands
on and then meet us at Diamond Pass.” The youngest indicated he understood
his mission and
then fled the cabin.
“Mr. Grumpy, might I inquire why we need the abundance of tnt?” Sneezy
paused, yanking out
his kerchief to head off the coming fit.
“Because, the best witch is a dead witch.”
Bashful had regained his footing and was looking at his best dwarf friend
with something akin to
fear and joy. “You mean...” The shy one couldn’t even bring himself
to speak the words.
Grumpy reached a hand out and laid in on the other’s shoulder. “We can’t
risk you falling under
her spell again. Don’t worry, I won’t let nothing happen to ya.”
Bashful blushed from the protectiveness he saw in his friend’s eyes,
all his friends’ actually.
Even the Princess smiled at him.
“Grumpy’s right, Bashful. As they say, ‘be thy brother’s keeper’.” Sleepy
yawned halfway in the
middle of his smile but was able to grin anyway.
Chapter Six:
Bashful managed a small smile at his friends' words of support.
He continued to worry,
however. He knew his fellow dwarves were capable of defeating
the wicked C-Harlot, if
anyone could, but it still shamed him how easily he had fallen under
her spell during their last
encounter. "Not this time!" he vowed to himself. He glanced
around the cottage. Grumpy was
busily barking orders which everyone, even Princess Mary, were scrambling
to obey. Grumpy's
glance fell upon him and he surged to his feet. He wouldn't let
his friends down again! They
could depend on him.
Everyone thought that Bashful and Snow White would be the Wicked Queen's
primary targets,
but she was even sneakier and wickeder than they thought. Her
intended victim was even now
stumbling through the forest, on his way to find Happy Dwarf.
"Gotta find Happy. Gotta find Happy." so intent was Dopey
on his mission, that he failed to see
or hear the jet black stallion until it was nearly upon him.
The horse reared above him, hooves
flailing madly. The last thing he heard, as a hoof struck him
a glancing blow, was the familiar
sound of Queen C-Harlot's shrill laughter.
Chapter Seven:
Happy started toward the jail whistling. He had just left his
good friend Lulu dwarf's house, and
he was in a fine mood. Of course he didn't remember when he wasn't
in a fine mood.
"Dopey," he called as he opened the door to the jail. "Hey Dopey, Where'd ya get to kid?"
Happy looked around at the empty jail. The only thing he could
see was the cork from a canteen
lying in the empty jail cell. His heart started pounding,
as he bent down to retrieve the cork.
The only person he knew of who left a cork as a calling card was .
. .
"NO!" The anguished cry tore itself out of Happy's throat as he
thought of innocent little Dopey
in the hands of that witch C-Harlot!
"Grumpy! Bashful!" Happy screamed at the top of his lungs as he
tore out of the jail and headed
for the saloon.
The other dwarves heard Happy screaming, and ran to meet him in front
of the saloon. Happy
was to upset to be coherent. Instead he thrust the cork at them
and managed a single word.
"Jail" Happy breathed.
Grumpy turned to look at Bashful who was breathing heavily and swallowing.
They all knew the
cork meant only one thing!
Chapter eight:
"Dear Lord, not our young Dopey!" Sneezy got so upset he broke into
to fits of sneezing and Doc
was afraid he may cause himself to have a nosebleed.
"You best calm down, Sneezy or I'll have to give you some of that castaroil
you hate so much."
Doc grinned mischieviously at the sudden look of horror that crossed
the southern dwarf's face.
"Alright, here's the plan. As much as I hate to say this, but Bashful
your gonna have to go to
C-Harlot." Grumpy blanched at the terror in the younger dwarf's eyes.
"I know how you feel, but
we trust you and your the only one who can distract her long enough
so we can get Dopey
back."
Bashful weighed his friend's words carefully and finally nodded. "Okkkayy.
I'llll doooo ittt." The
poor guy couldn't control the stammer the witch always invoked in him.
"Don't worry, brother Bashful." Sleepy yawned and patted the other on
the back. "We'll be there
for ya."
The shy dwarf glanced at the determined faces and knew he was Dopey's
only hope, he just
wished it didn't involve the old battle axe.
"Okay, heres what we'll do. Bashful will go to the wagon train and keep
the old crone busy and
we'll prepare a little surprise for her. So get your pick-axes and
meet me at Diamond Pass."
Grumpy let a small smile cross his features as he watched the others
jump at their duty,
everyone except poor Bashful.
The older dwarf threw an arm around his friend and squeezed gently.
"Don't worry, we're on to
her tricks and we won't let nothing happen to you or Dopey."
Bashful smiled shyly and bowed his head in a slight nod of agreement. "I know, I know."
Chapter nine:
Dopey came to sputtering and coughing as Wicked Queen C-Harlot stood
over him with a
canteen (minus cork) in hand. She gave him one more dash in the
face with the icy water for
good measure and then stepped back, laughing all the while. "I see
my sweet little prisoner is
awake at last." she said with a cruel smile.
Dopey groaned in response. His head hurt horribly where that horse
had kicked him and the
Queen's unpleasant voice wasn't helping him any.
"Dopey is the perfect name for you." The Queen continued with a sneer.
"I didn't even have to try
very hard . You just fell into my hands like a ripe plum for
the picking."
"And now,” Queen C-Harlot gloated, Bashful will come to me of his own
free will to save his
friend." She reached out and nudged Dopey none too gently in the ribs.
"Thanks to you, Bashful
will suffer eternal pain and sorrow and I will be there to savor every
instant." She spoke
gleefully. "I would love to stay and chat my dear dwarf but I have
a mirror to consult and
dwarves and Princesses to kill. A Wicked Queen's work is never
done." With a martyred sigh,
Queen C-harlot exited the wagon, leaving Dopey alone with his thoughts.
"I've got to get out of here!" Dopey thought as he struggled frantically
against his bonds. He
succeeded only in chafing his wrists. C-Harlot knew how to tie
a good knot!
Dopey relaxed and tried to formulate an alternate plan. The Queen
didn't know he could talk.
HE didn't even know he could talk until this morning when he found
out Snow White might be
in danger. Snow! Thoughts of her had him struggling to
free himself once more. He just had to
warn his friends about the Magic Mirror. They didn't think it
ever left the castle, but apparently
the Queen had found a way to bring it with her. He froze in his
attempts to free himself when he
heard a familiar voice outside.
"CC-HHarlot..." Bashful's stutter was painful to hear as was the terror apparent in his voice.
Dopey tried frantically to scream a warning but his recalcitrant voice
refused to obey him. He
closed his eyes in despair. What were they gonna do now?
Chapter ten:
Bashful turned sheet white, when she rose up into view. He tried
not to panic. Grumpy won't let
her hurt me, he told himself over and over.
"Bashful, it's been so long since we've seen each other. Don't
you want to kiss me hello?" The
evil queen purred into the terrified dwarf's ear. She stroked
his cheek, and laughed when he
trembled.
"What'd ya do with Dopey?" Bashful's blue eyes blazed.
"I'd worry a little more about yourself, if I were you." C-Harlot
hissed evilly. She motioned to
her henchmen to come forward, and 3 trolls took ahold of the tracker
dwarf. "Take him to the
pit!" She ordered.
The three trolls dragged the helpless dwarf across the camp, and flung
him into a deep hole in
the earth. The sides were smooth as glass, and too far apart
for Bashful to try to lever his body
against them and climb out. He was trapped. He told himself,
Grumpy will come. He'll find me.
Meanwhile, back at the mine:
Grumpy was even grumpier than usual. Snow White had come into
the saloon, and he'd had to
spend an hour reassuring her that Dopey would be ok. Heck, he
wasn't sure that Dopey would be
ok at all. Finally, he'd sent her to get the fairy godmother
and bring her back to town. He just
wanted to give Snow White something to do, but realised that they just
might need Nettie before
this was over with. Especially Bashful, he thought. The old fairy godmother
and the shy dwarf
had become instant friends. She was one of the few people, along with
Grumpy, who put the
younger dwarf completely at ease.
Grumpy shoved his chair back away from the table and angrily headed
out of the saloon. He
knew the other dwarves should be at the Pass with the dynamite by now.
At the pit:
Bashful was terrified, not for himself, but for young Dopey. He
could hear C-Harlot's maniacle
(wave to Maggie) laughter floating down to where he was trapped in
this stinking hole. It really
did stink too. God, he thought, something must have died in here.
Chapter eleven:
Bashful's concerns were well founded. For up in the camp, C-Harlot
was just getting ready to
finish off her lastest meal of hog jaws and fat back.
The grease kept her heart bitter and black.
Poor Bashful (Kim this is all your fault) wanted out so bad, the
pig guts were everywhere. He
tried to avoid the thought by concentrating on Dopey.
"He's okay. I know it and I will be too. I just have to wait until they come and get me."
The buckskin dwarf slid down the sheer wall, pulling his knees to his
chest. "I just have to stay
calm. Grumpy will save me. I know he will." He leaned his head against
the rock and drifted into
a fitful slumber.
Meanwhile at the pass:
"Everything set." Grumpy walked behind his four powder dwarves, admiring
their skill at setting
dangerous explosives.
"We're ready. All we need now is the old battleaxe to bring her sorry
butt through here." Happy
didn't sound so happy, actually he sounded down right evil.
"Don't worry, brother Happy. We'll get Dopey and Bashful back before
you can say goodnight."
Sleepy had to catch himself as he began to yawn and nod off.
"Sleepy's right. If we stick to the plan, we'll quash that witch for
good." Doc rechecked his
medical bag just in case. Things had a way of going wrong with the
seven dwarves.
"Mr. Doc, your optimism is greatly appreciated in our time of battle."
Sneezy accidently sneezed
on the healer dwarf before he finished his sentence. "Please accept
my apologies, my afriend."
The other dwarf just rolled his eyes and wiped at his sleeve. "Forget it."
"Heads up. Here comes the wagon train." Each dwarf quickly scrambled
to their predestined
positions at Grumpy's order and waited.
The caravan moved in a leisurely pace, due to the fact, C-Harlot knew
what the little dwarves
were up to, thanks to her magic mirror.
"Those poor, poor souls. I do so hate to end lives with so much potential
for my bidding." The
witch threw back her head and let out a hearty belt of laughter.
The vile sound caused shudders to rack the waiting army above.
"I think she knows were here." Happy turned a puzzled gaze to Grumpy.
"Yeah, and the only way I can think of is that damn mirror."
The others nodded their heads in agreement.
"So what do you suggest we do, brother."
"Blow that biddy sky high and hope we break the mirror in the process."
Grins began spreading across the five dwarves faces and then they lit
the fuses watching the fire
run its course down the incline to the waiting charges.
The explosion equalled that of a small earthquake, sending each dwarf sprawling on his back.
"I do so hope that was not a gesture made in vain." Sneezy picked himself
up and wiped at his
bright red mining coat.
"I don't think it was, Sneezy. Look there."
The group stood near the edge and glanced down at the rubble covering
what was left of the
train.
"You'll pay for this my pretties." C-Harlot choked out the curse as
blood spewed from her
crimson lips. "And your little Dopey too." With that the witch gasped
her last breath and
clutched the broken shards of glass to her bosom.
"Lets go get Bashful and Dopey." Grumpy turned to retrieve his donkey,
but Happy's exclamation
stopped him.
"Its Dopey." The dwarves swung their gazes to the point the other was
indicating and saw a
battered and bruised dwarf making his way out of the back of the last
wagon. "Hang on, little
buddy. I'm on my way."
Happy leaped onto his donkey and sped down the slope as fast as the small thing would go.
Chapter twelve:
Happy kicked his heels, urging the little donkey onward. As they
neared the bottom of the hill,
however, the little donkey caught a whiff of burning troll and decided
he'd gone as far as he was
gonna go. With no warning to the rider perched atop his back,
he dug in his heels and skidded to
a halt. Happy sailed over the donkey's back and began rolling down
the slippery slope, hitting
every rock in his path at least once.
With a curse, Grumpy ordered Doc down the hill after Happy. Wincing
in sympathy, Doc
followed Happy's descent. "That's gotta hurt worse than the dang
trees they're always runnin' ME
into." he muttered.
"I'm goin' after Bashful." Grumpy informed the remaining two dwarves
grimly. "Sleepy, you and
Sneezy go check out the rest of the wagon train and make sure everything's
under control." he
ordered.
Sneezy fluttered his handkerchief in their leader's direction. "Do not
worry about a thing, my
dear Mr. Grumpy. You may rely upon the services of Brother Sleepy
and myself." he assured the
worried dwarf before him.
With a nod of thanks, Grumpy took off at a run down the hill towards
the pit where his best
dwarf friend lay waiting to be rescued.
Meanwhile, back at the pit...
The bruised and battered Dopey had managed to somehow make his way through
the chaos to
the pit where Bashful lay helpless. Peering over the edge, he
saw Bashful on his feet, looking
upwards hopefully.
When Bashful saw Dopey peering down at him, he grinned in relief. "Glad
you're all right, kid."
he said affectionately. "Now do ya think you could get me the heck
outta here?" Bashful looked
around him and shuddered. "I've had about all I can take of this fallin'
into holes business. It
never seems to happen to anyone else." he added plaintively. "And they
always smell real bad."
Bashful wrinkled his nose in disgust.
In reply, Dopey lowered a rope to the waiting dwarf. Bashful was
about halfway up when he
began to smell a familiar odor. It couldn't be... But the
closer he got, the more overpowering the
scent of hogjaws and fatback (can I just pause here a minute to say
eeeeeeewwwwwww!)
became.
"Dopey?" he questioned fearfully.
"Guess again my pretty!" cackled evil Queen C-Harlot. The
spell that had enabled her to take
over Dopey's body until a more suitable one could be found was sheer
genius on her part. Even
if she did say so herself!
With a shriek of pure terror, Bashful let go of the rope and tumbled
back into the pit, where he
promptly passed out from the sheer horror of it all.
Grinding his/her teeth in frustration, Dopey/Queen C-Harlot peered back
down into the pit.
She/he was interrupted by the arrival of Grumpy who came dashing up
and grabbed her/Dopey's
arm.
"You ok?" the older dwarf inquired anxiously. Receiving nothing but
a blank stare in reply,
Grumpy shook his head sadly and gently led the smaller dwarf a few
feet away where he eased
him down to the ground. "You rest here a minute, he gave the young
dwarf a comforting pat, and
we'll have Doc take a look at ya." Noticing his friend's still blank
stare, Grumpy gave him a
reassuring grin. "Don't worry none, kid. We'll have Bashful outta
that hole in no time and
everything will be back to normal now that the old battle axe is dead."
With that, Grumpy took the rope and turned back to the hole where Bashful
had come to and
could be heard whimpering in fear.
"Easy there, minerboy." he called down. C-Harlot is dead and we're
gonna have you out in no
time."
A terrified Bashful tried to warn his friend about the deadly peril
lying just a few feet away from
him, but he only managed to stammer and babble incoherently.
The gunslinger dwarf ignored his friends stammerings and frantic gestures.
He was focused
solely on the task of getting his friend out of that awful hole.
Icy blue(?) eyes narrowed in
concentration, he didn't see the figure stalking towards his unprotected
back, dagger poised to
strike.
All of Dopey/QC's rage and frustration had boiled over upon hearing
that hated nickname.
Bashful had never called her minerboy! If it hadn't been for
that meddlesome blackclad dwarf,
she and Bashful would even now be soaking up the sunshine in Brazil!
The dagger was just about to begin its downward plunge when a hurtling
dwarf body slammed
into her/Dopey. It was Happy, who had finally made it down the
hill. With a cry, Dopey/QC
toppled backwards into the pit. She lay still at the bottom,
next to poor Bashful who began
attempting to claw his way up the sheer sides of the pit trying to
get away. (If it hadn't been for
all the pig guts which broke Dopey/QC's fall, this story would have
a very different ending!)
It was at this moment that two things happened:
1) Snow White arrived with Fairy Godmother Nettie and Princess Mary
in tow.
2) Bashful was finally able to get out a coherent sentence.
Chapter thirteen:
The smell of hog jaws and fatback threatened to overpower Bashful, as
he tried desperately to
claw his way out of the hole. Oh God, what had she done to Dopey?
At the top of the pit the other dwarves were huddled, trying to decide what to do.
"We can't just haul them outta there, we have no idea what she'll do
to Dopey and Bashful if we
try that." Grumpy said angrily.
"Well, we gotta do somethin', those two kids down there are countin'
on us." For once there was
nothing even remotely jolly about Happy.
"Mr Grumpy, Mr Happy, If I may point out, the answer to our dilemna
may be approaching as
we speak." Sneezy's voice was calm, as he pointed to the beautiful
white carriage coming
towards the pit. Four snowy white horses with golden bridles,
fairly danced as they pulled the
carriage. Inside were the old fairy godmother, Princess Mary,
and Snow White.
Chapter fourteen:
"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Grumpy?" The godmother exited the
coach with an air of
authority ringing in her voice.
"Fairy Nettie, we're glad your here. The witch has taken over Dopey's
body and is now in the pit
with Bashful." Happy pointed to the hole in the earth at his right.
"Oh dear, not my Bashful. That old biddy is gonna pay for this." The
godmother turned to Snow,
who was standing in stunned silence beside her. "Girl, go get my Spencer
wand and bring it to
me quick. We ain't got much time."
Snow White rushed back to the carriage and grabbed the item, but as
she ran back to the others
she heard the urgent plea of Bashful.
"Grumpy, hurry! She's chantin' some kind of spell."
Grumpy turned to the others and saw the helplessness. "Hold on, Bashful.
Fairy Nettie is here.
Just hang on."
The old woman motioned for Princess Mary to get everyone back. "Now
don't anybody interrupt
me."
The dwarves and women nodded waiting with bated breath.
The sky began to overcast and animals began howling. The godmother waved
her wand over and
over again at the pit, chanting the whole time.
"All that is wicked, all that is mean, Leave this land of blue and green.
Be gone, I say. Be gone at
once and may you never be seen again."
Cold shivers crept along the dwarves spines as they heard the maniacle
laughter turn to a horrific
scream. A black cloud suddenly dropped from the sky and formed a funnel.
It shot into the pit
and blew all in its vicinity at least 10 feet away.
As the ones on top began to pick themselves up, they saw the Fairy Godmother
Nettie lean over a
prone form near the mouth of the hole.
"No. Bashful." Grumpy shoved the princess, who he had just helped to
her feet, out of the way
and rushed to the dwarf's side. "Is he...?" The leader dwarf couldn't
bring himself to utter the
hateful words.
Fairy Nettie raised her gray head and smiled thoughtfully. "No, my dear
Grumpy. He's just
unconscious."
The black clad dwarf felt the huge weight lift from his heart reaching
over and softly patting
Bashful atop his head. "Good."
"DOPEY!"
Everyone quickly jumped at Happy's outburst turning to see the young
dwarf swaying toward
them.
Happy rushed to his side and grasped him by his shoulders. "You sure
had us worried, boy. You
alright?"
Dopey shook his head hoping to clear some of the cobwebs before answering
his friend. But
once again, he couldn't find his voice, so only nodded happily.
Happy shook the little dwarf hard and then crushed him in a Happy-hug.
"Well, brothers. Looks like evil has been beaten another day." Sleepy
yawned widely, feeling the
tension ebbing from his body.
"Yes, Mr. Sleepy it has, but for how long?" Sneezy felt the sneeze and
turned quickly to avoid
projecting onto the preacher dwarf, but instead found the mark of Doc's
jacket sleeve once more.
"That does it, Sneezy. A good healthy dose of CastorOil." Doc watched
as the color quickly
drained from the gambler dwarf.
"You wouldn't?" Sneezy gave the other a pleading gaze.
In answer to the question, Doc swiftly brought into view the hated vile
and a spoon. "Wouldn't
I?"
Sneezy immediately took off at a dead run for his donkey, hearing the
healer dwarf's hated
footsteps and taunting laughter behind him.
"Ohhh, what happened?" Bashful slowly opened his eyes and was happy
to see the blue/green
orbs of his best dwarf friend staring at him.
"Fairy Nettie put a stop to C-Harlot for good and Dopey's safe and sound."
Grumpy watched
relief flood the dwarf's body.
"I could use a drink." Bashful stood up shakily glancing at the leader dwarf.
"Me too." Grumpy squeezed the other's shoulder and they turned to retrieve
their donkeys,
passing Princess Mary on the way.
"Where are you going?" The blond stomped her foot at the retreating dwarves.
Bashful and Grumpy stopped, looked at one another and then turned to the princess.
"Saloon." The simultaneaous answer caused chuckles to erupt from the
seven. The two friends
turned once more and joined the five dwarves already mounted, Sneezy
on the opposite end
away from Doc.
Grumpy glanced to his left, then his right and then nodded. "Its off to work we go. Hi Ho!"
The seven dwarves headed home, together and hoped there wasn't another
Queen C-Harlot
awaiting them tomorrow.
FINISHED!!!!
Epilouge:
What the seven dwarves and the rest of the crew seemed to have conveniently
forgotten about is
the fact that wicked witches ALWAYS have sisters who are even wickeder
and nastier than
themselves. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kim: VinTanner2@aol.com
Tiffiny: Ficaddict@aol.com
Maggie: eagleimaggs_7@yahoo.com, are to blame for this. There
were no other authors (Cassie wouldn't play) involved. We'd change our
names, but you all know who we are. If you liked it, you can send feedback
to me (Kim). If you hated it, you will notice there are Email
addy's for the other two ladies involved. They really, really like
hate mail. LOL!
